Note: This is another one set in the same universe as my fic, Strength. Basically, all you need to know is that the events of NFA set off the apocalypse. Buffy and Spike are and have been together for a while now.

"Humans are bloody stupid."

Buffy grabbed the tray - actually a piece of battered sheet metal roughly approximating a tray. She stepped forward as the line advanced.

"The world's gone to shit. Some beings would pull together to survive, yeah? But not humans. No, they have to go and throw one of their nukes around and bollocks things up for everybody."

The demon in front of her growled at the food selection, but it still offered up its tray to be served. Buffy sighed. She felt the familiar tug at her abdomen and refrained from cringing. She knew she had to eat, no matter the difficulty in doing so.

"Got the odd mix of merry demons down here building soup kitchens amongst the sewer rats and do you see any humans - save you - around? Course not. They're all hiding in corners with weapons, aiming to kill the lot of us."

An unidentifiable pile of something slightly edible was spooned onto her tray. Buffy looked the server in the eye. She'd killed his mate last week. Spike had helped.

"What you got on tap for vampires?" Spike hadn't bothered with a tray, of course.

The bench seats were all taken so Buffy found an unoccupied corner to sit in. Spike followed with a glass jar of dark red liquid.

"Demon blood," Spike held it up. "God, I hate this stuff."

Buffy scooped the food up to give it a taste. She made a face. This wasn't helping the whole eating thing.

A reptile demon walking by turned abruptly. Its tail swiped at Buffy's tray and sent it flying across the room.

Spike jumped to his feet almost instantly. "Hey! Watch it!"

The demon turned to them. It appraised Buffy with golden eyes. "Waste of food, anyway."

Spike moved closer. "That's the damn Slayer there, mate. Think you owe her a replacement meal or she's apt to take your tail off."